Extroverts must swim constantly: if they stop, they will suffocate.
Introverts never have to drink water. They can get all the water they need from reading books.
According to the principles of aerodynamics, extroverts should be incapable of flight. However, no one ever told extroverts this. Well actually they tried, but the extroverts didn’t listen.
What is commonly referred to as the introvert’s “second brain” is actually a walnut-sized cluster of neurons at the base of the spine. It exchanges information with the introvert’s true brain, but the neural impulses travel slowly. If you step on an introvert’s tail, it can take as long as half an hour before the introvert complains on Tumblr.
It started with me finding a ladybug on my kitchen table. Its wings were broken and it was dying, but yet it was still struggling to crawl to the other side of the table. During that process, its organs were coming out of its body, forming some sort of trail. Then my dad walked into the kitchen, made a clown face and yelled with a baby voice 'What a cute ladybug! What a cute ladybug! What a cute ladybug!'. I wanted to take the ladybug out of its misery, but I couldn't do that with my dad in the same room, so I went outside. Turns out my home town turned into a ghost town, all scary looking and shit, but I didn't really give a fuck. I ended up wandering into a Victorian looking street with Victorian looking people and everything looked bloody and scary, but I didn't really give a fuck. I found this big mansion and went inside and it looked all upper class and rich and Victorian and boring and there were lots of people who looked like they came out of some sort of Hollywood movie scene where they were playing a ball in the past or something. I sat down in a big ass chair and I asked for a scotch. I hate scotch irl, but in the dream it tasted like caramel and apple juice, so I didn't mind. Around me people started doing shit and behaving dramatic and shit and I didn't give a fuck, I just wanted to drink my caramel and apple juice tasting scotch goddamnit! Then all of the sudden I saw a whole crowd looking at me and the people who were acting all dramatic, but I shrugged it off and continued enjoying my delicious scotch. So when I was almost finished with my scotch, the entire crowd started applauding and then this chick I know came up to me and told me I did a very good job playing a grumpy old grandfather. More people from the audience came to me and as they were complimenting me I realized the last few years of my life had been a play. I found my way outside (somehow I was carrying a trolley with lots of stuff in it) and the world was looking just the way it always did (modern, rainy and cloudy). There I found my cousins, waiting for me. My least likeable cousin came up to me and spat in my face. I wanted to spit back into her face, but I couldn't produce enough saliva. I took a taxi, which dropped me off at the end of the street, and then I walked on and I woke up.
I hope that when they thought me dreams have no real meaning, they told me the truth, because it felt really lonely.
"I trust what you are doing though…I just see it a little differently.
I don’t see it as you stepping away from the fire. I see it as the fire directing your course.
No matter how airy or earthy or watery you become... to many of us you will always be...a super nova."
"Behind these gates of seeming warmth sits, loosely chained, a fierce attack dog. Perhaps not crazy, but dangerous"